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recession

Peregrine Montmorency found out to his cost

That all of his investments and money had been lost

He spoke to his advisors about the markets fall

They told him he was broke, and they had lost it all

They spoke about the credit crunch and then the credit freeze

Mentioned the recession, and what he owed in fees

Then the notice of redundancy arrived upon his mat

Meant he couldn’t pay the bills or mortgage on his flat

He’d lost his only income and his savings were all spent

Without a job or money, couldn’t find a place to rent

His one time friends abandoned him, in his hour of need

He was destitute and homeless, his pleas they did not heed

Now you’ll find him in a town near you, on the corner of the street

Begging for some money, for a drink and food to eat

So if you’re in the city and the homeless folk you see

Think but for the grace of God, that could be you or me

— shazbat, Jan 20, 2009

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Region, Country: Norfolk, UK, GBR

Favorite Poets: Kipling, T.S Eliot, Hilaire Belloc, Ogden Nash, Spike Milligan and many more.

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Ink Dragon

17 years 4 months ago

Why can I never remember your name?

Was it John? I know I´ve commented on some other pieces of yours before, and I liked them. I like this one, too. Keeping up the rhyming and the rhythm must have been quite a challenge. You mastered it well. However, l.10 read a little awkwardly. Would you consider "without job or money, he couldn´t find a place to rent"? By the way, my name is Nina and it is nice to (re-)meet you! Yours, ~Nina